Watching his daughter's small hand being held and guided by Li Tianyao, and seeing Mu Chenyuan and his group treating her like some kind of spectacle, An Zhongbo really couldn't bear it any longer.
He patted his chest and raised his voice, "Yanyan!"
An Yan quickly let go of Li Tianyao and jogged home.
"Yanyan, why didn't you come straight home after school?" An Zhongbo, suppressing his frustration, tried to speak to his daughter in his usual tone.
"It's not that I didn't come home. I just happened to run into Tianyao and got a ride in his car!"
Tianyao? Even the way she addressed him had changed!
An Zhongbo felt a pang of jealousy, but he forced himself to endure it. "Then you haven't eaten, right? Butler, tell the kitchen to prepare something for the Young Miss…"
"No need. I just ate at Tianyao's house."
